The Mayor of Mexico.

Last night Momlissa had class, so Ruby and Cici and I managed dinner for ourselves. Cici decided that she and I would be operating a restaurant, with Ruby as the customer. At first Ruby wasn't thrilled with this idea - she wanted to help in the kitchen herself - but we solved that by designating her "the Mayor of Mexico," a rich and important diner visiting from a faraway land. (She really laid it on thick, too, speaking in a very distinguished voice and informing us that city business in Mexico is "very well," that there are "a lot of good things on my desk," and that in Mexico pasta sauce is sweeter and known as "sweet camiko.") Quite the international rendesvous.